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Chapter 31: Two Grand Weddings
12th August, 1838
Grosvenor Square
London
In his very jovial manner, James Darcy announced at breakfast, "I propose that this day be renamed 'Day 230' of the Alexandrian calendar, and all the days after should be renamed in the same sequential fashion!" He turned to his brother and asked in jest, "Do you intend to send 230 roses to your beloved today? Or were the 229 roses you sent yesterday the cumulative sum you owed her?"
Alexander smiled amicably in response. "I shall deliver a single rose in person today. Isabella already informed me of her intention to dispatch the nineteen dozen roses to various hospitals and orphanages." He did not elaborate that his darling was keeping the one remaining red rose as a memento - to be preserved within the pages of her diary, marking the most eventful day of her life thus far. Within a matter of twenty-four hours, she had suffered from the worst of nightmare, tottering at the edge of a precipice created by George Wickham, before soaring to the pinnacle of happiness with her betrothal to Alexander.
"Very sensible of her!" nodded Mr. Darcy approvingly.
"Seeing that my poor brother is so besotted with love - his mind most likely addled as a result - he will need a very sensible wife!" observed James with a hearty chuckle.
"As you evidently have the same need as well, James?" asked the youngest Darcy with her habitual lively spirit, her dark eyes sparkling with mirth.
In response, James winked at Lizzy. "For you, dear sister, you shall need a husband blessed with infinite patience - to put up with your rapier sharp wit and lively ways!"
"And so he shall be - a paragon of men. Like Mama, I shall not be moved to matrimony but for the deepest love. Besides, he shall have to pass muster with our parents!" replied Lizzy confidently. Her parents shared a smile, grateful that their daughter had the incisive mind, sound judgment, and strong will to match her beauty.
James smiled, and turned his attention back to his elder brother and said, "I am certain that your mind is somewhat addled - for you are smiling so brightly, and for such long durations! Hardly your old brooding self!"
Alexander shook his head, but joined in the mirthful laughter of his family. He did not mind James's bold teasing - he had missed his younger brother sorely these many weeks, and they had stayed up throughout most of last night having a splendid tête-à-tête. Each of them realized that such late night musings would be much rarer in the future. Whilst they were confident that their brotherly bond would never be weakened, they were well aware that obligations to their own wives and families, the maintenance of households, the myriads of duties and responsibilities therein, would necessitate longer periods of separation between them. They were embarking upon the inevitable journey of full adulthood.
He regarded his two younger sisters with equal thoughtfulness. In a matter of years, they would be married as well. The familiar family scene before him would be drastically different - with the addition of new spouses and a new generation of children. His eyes met his father's across the breakfast table, and he realized that similar thoughts were crossing his mind presently. . .
The special license that Alexander Darcy had already obtained from the Archbishop of Canterbury allowed the affianced couple the liberty to be married at the time and place of their own choosing. As most of their relatives and friends would still be in London during mid-September - it was decided that the wedding should take place at nearby Grosvenor Chapel in Mayfair. A guest list of three hundred people was quickly compiled, and the wedding invitations were duly sent out. Everything was being planned on a grand scale, and the preparations went smoothly, almost clockwork-like, as Mrs. Bingley and Mrs. Darcy had acquired much expertise with the recent weddings. Therefore, it was with nary a worry that the families set off to Devon to attend James's wedding.
The Darcys, Bingleys, and Fitzwilliams, along with a large contingent of relatives and friends, journeyed to Delaford to witness the solemnization of matrimony between James Darcy and Miss Miranda Brandon. The bride's parents, Colonel and Mrs. Brandon, were well pleased that their daughter had sensibly agreed to wait these additional months after the initial whirlwind courtship. The ensuring interim had allowed for a better understanding between the affianced couple, and had calmed the fears of a potential ill-matched marriage infused more by youthful passion than mature sense.
The wedding - elegant and dignified - was officiated by the bride's uncle, the Reverend Edward Ferrars. His sermon on moral honour and the sanctity of marriage was expounded with such sincerity and wisdom that the entire congregation felt justly inspired, especially for those present who were aware of Mr. Ferrars' personal sacrifice some two decades ago - the renouncement of his birthright and inheritance as the eldest son in favour of keeping his personal pledge of honour to a certain young lady.
The congregation was also treated to the unusual sight of a pair of young gentlemen standing up with the bridegroom as best man. Since childhood, Henry Bingley was like a twin brother to James Darcy. With kind consideration, Alexander insisted that Henry should share equal honour with him. Understandably, James suggested in full earnest that Isabella be accorded such an honour as well, but being a female, she could not possibly be the third best man! The remedy was for Isabella to be a bridesmaid, second in attendance to Edwina Ferrars, Miranda's cousin and Maid of Honour.
It was thus that Alexander Darcy found himself standing in front of the altar at yet another wedding ceremony with Isabella Bingley close by his side. This time, however, he suffered none of the intense agony he felt at the Knightleys wedding! When he whispered the appropriate vows in his mind, he stole discreet glances at his beloved, and realized that her mind was similarly and pleasantly engaged. He was much tempted to take that special marriage license out of his vest pocket to request Reverend Ferrars to perform a double wedding ceremony instead. Yet, he knew well that he could not rob the newlyweds of their glorious day with such an impulsive act. He consoled himself by feasting his eyes unabashedly upon his darling Isabella throughout the ceremony, and was rewarded with her blushing smiles. He found further pleasure mingling with the many guests at the wedding breakfast afterwards - his engagement to Isabella spared him from the phalanx of match-making mamas and their over-eager daughters - and he was allowed to dance exclusively with his fiancée at the Ball without hindrance.
The weeks that followed their return from Devon to London proved to be very hectic indeed. Alexander Darcy was conscientious of his duties as the overseer of the Ridgemont mine. He met with his family's bankers and lawyers, and made all necessary preparations for the formal transfer of duties to Jack Goodwin as the new overseer of the coal mine.
Whilst he was generally pleased with business matters, he was greatly distressed that he barely had a private moment with Isabella. The endless rounds of social calls and dinner soirees, as well as their wedding preparations, took up much of their time. The few precious moments he managed to be near his darling were spent sitting next to her at church! In his frustration, he was in danger of relapsing into his silent, brooding self!
Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy, perhaps recalling those frantic days prior to their own wedding, took pity on their firstborn son. They took it upon themselves to act as chaperone, and escorted the affianced couple for special outings at Hyde Park - boating along the Serpentine or leisurely walks along the tree-canopied paths. Evenings at the Opera or the Symphony were rendered more enjoyable with reserved box seats. They graciously made allowances for brief moments of privacy - for Alexander and Isabella to exchange some intimate words, or more likely, a few ardent kisses!
Isabella grew almost as impatient as her beloved fiancé for the great day to arrive. Understandably, she was a bit apprehensive about leaving her own family, but she was eager to begin her life with Alexander. She knew she was far more fortunate than most brides. Not only was she marrying the best of men, her future in-laws were people she had loved and admired all her life. The transition would not be daunting, and the happiness which awaited her was immeasurable!
12th September, 1837
Tuesday
Mayfair, London
A golden dawn heralded the beginning of this most significant day thus far in the lives of Alexander Darcy and Isabella Bingley. The clearest blue sky, crisp September air and bright sunshine made London seemed quite idyllic - at least within the elegant neighbourhood of Mayfair.
Alexander had been in such eager anticipation of his wedding day that he hardly slept a wink the night before. Yet, he felt as refreshed as if he had slept peacefully like a newborn babe. As his faithful valet brushed an invisible piece of fluff from his immaculately tailored frock coat, and adjusted the exquisitely knotted cravat for seemingly the hundredth time, Alexander laughed heartily as he tried to stop old Briggs from excessive fidgeting.
"Thank you, Briggs! I think I look presentable enough for my bride!"
"You are the most handsome young gentleman, sir! The very image of the Master!" replied Briggs proudly, admiring the tall and impressive stature of Alexander. "Allow me to wish you and the new Mrs. Darcy health and happiness, sir!"
"Briggs," Alexander paused as he grasped the older man by the hand and gave it a firm shake. The simple gesture quite startled the valet for he quickly realized that Master Alexander had meant it as a sign of friendship. "Thank you for your loyalty and invaluable service. I truly appreciate you!"
Tears threatened to well up in Briggs' eyes, and he turned away hastily. He took but a moment to regain his countenance, and said simply, "Thank you for allowing me, instead of Coxwell, to serve you again. It means a lot to me, sir."
The entrance of James Darcy into the bedchamber prevented further conversation. "Come on, my big brother, it is almost time for church!" He playfully jabbed Alexander in the forearm, and said in jest, "Remember my sage words of advice, and you shall be fine! I speak from experience, you know, as an old married man!"
"Barely a month married," laughed Alexander.
"Is this the sort of gratitude I deserve? My darling Miranda and I have interrupted our Bridal Tour so that we can attend your wedding today," admonished James with a mock frown.
Alexander seized James in a brotherly embrace. "I do love and appreciate you in every way! You are my best friend!"
James smiled, and replied with equal frankness. "From this day forward, I fear that my honour of being your 'best friend' must be shared with Isabella. And rightfully so, for my new sister is truly remarkable! I am so happy for you, Alex!"
The crowd that had gathered outside Grosvenor Chapel on South Audley Street was larger than usual - as the Season in London was winding down, and the general public was more eager than ever to catch a glimpse of a grand wedding of High Society. It was rumoured that the Bishop of London would officiate at the wedding, as he was a close friend of the bridegroom's late grandfather. Loud cheers went through the crowd of well-wishers and curiosity seekers as the bridal carriage arrived - drawn by a magnificent team of matching greys, all decorated with ribbons and flowers. As the bride emerged from the bridal carriage upon the arms of her devoted father, a collective grasp of admiration greeted her. There were many who debated whether they had seen a more beautiful and captivating bride before.
Inside the church, a large congregation of family and friends gathered in eager anticipation as well. Unhampered by her advancing age, Lady Catherine de Bourgh journeyed from Kent to witness this match - a testimony to the deep affections the formidable lady truly held in her old heart for Mr. Darcy and his family. She was joined by the extensive Fitzwilliam clan and by the Collins as well. All present were in such celebratory mood: Lord and Lady Matlock looked on with approving smiles; Sir and Lady James Fitzwilliam were particularly proud, Mrs. Collins was exceedingly pleased, and the Reverend Mr. Collins was as eager to meet the esteemed Bishop as he was to witness the wedding of his patroness' grand-nephew.
The Earl of Paxton sat alongside his elegant wife Caroline, with a touch of bittersweet emotion in his old heart. His son William was still convalescing at home, the severe injury to his knee was likely permanent. Lord Paxton cast a cursory glance at the notable guests around him, and regretted that this was not his own son's wedding. Isabella Bingley would have been a splendid Viscountess Braunfield, mused the aged Earl, if only his roguish son was but half the man as Alexander Darcy! Alas, Lord Paxton was not one of such faint heart - he still held the optimistic hope that William would repentant his past wrongs and mend his profligate ways.
Lady Paxton was in a far more irritable mood than her noble husband. She felt that Fate always seemed to deal her an uneven hand: her immense wealth had not secured the happiness she always longed for. It was unfortunate that her ladyship failed to realize that she herself was the root cause of her own problems.
The frown upon Lady Paxton's face grew deeper as she glanced across the aisle, and gained a clear view of Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy at the front pew. How they smiled and murmured to each other, how they took delight and pleasure in each other's company, and how oblivious they were to the dignified surroundings! Why, they looked as besotted as a young couple in the first throes of love - as if they were the bride and bridegroom of the wedding! She saw how Mr. Darcy had opened the Book of Common Prayer - instead of reading it, he had placed it strategically between himself and his wife - as if it could hide the fact that he was holding Mrs. Darcy's dainty hand beneath the sacred pages! Such scandalous behaviour for an old married couple, thought Lady Paxton! Such wanton disregard for proper decorum! Indeed, she fumed, no man should regard his own wife in such a way in public!
Lady Paxton made small but audible grunts of angry disapproval. Seated beside her was the mother of the bride, who promptly noted her ladyship's dark mood. Mrs. Bingley followed her stern gaze, and encountered the same view of the Darcys. She found such a scene very endearing, indeed captivatingly romantic, and she smiled with the fondest affection instead. Bless Lizzy and her dear Darcy, Mrs. Bingley thought happily.
With the exception of Lady Paxton, all those who gathered were well pleased that another love match had triumphed - a simple glance upon the bridegroom's face would easily confirm such a reality. Many a match-making dowager took a heavy sigh of resignation, but all found the goodwill in their hearts to wish the heir of Pemberley bliss in his marriage.
"My dear Mr. Knightley, did I not predict that Alexander Darcy and Miss Isabella Bingley would make the most handsome pair?" remarked Mrs. George Knightley with a satisfied smile.
Her devoted husband responded by giving his wife a discreet squeeze upon her hand, and replied indulgently, "Yes, my dear Emma!"
"Perhaps I should exercise my talents at match-making again! A Darcy daughter for our son? Frank Churchill's daughter for young Henry Bingley? Sweet Anne Weston for that handsome nephew of Mr. Darcy?"
"Which nephew? Mr. Darcy has many!" replied Mr. Knightley patiently. His wife gave a light gesture towards young Frederick Wickham, resplendent in his regimentals as Lieutenant of the Household Cavalry. The young man sat rigidly somber in his place amongst the family pew on the bridegroom's side.
"Emma!" The good Mr. Knightley pleaded urgently, "Do not muddle with the tender hearts of these young people! They will know their own heart and mind sooner or later!"
"As you did?" she asked teasingly.
"As we both did, Emma!"
At that moment, the brass trumpets sounded the joyous notes of the wedding march, and all eyes were arrested upon the solemn procession of the bridal party down the church aisle. Rose petals cushioned their every step. The magnificent chapel itself, built almost a century before, was resplendently decorated with elegant floral bouquets, symbolic of the bounties of a harvest season and the richness of life.
Alexander Darcy stood proudly at the holy altar, with his brother James standing close by his side. He briefly noted how lovely his sister Lizzy looked as the Maid of Honour, but his eyes were solely upon his beloved Isabella. She was wearing the finest silks and satins of white, and an exquisite Darcy tiara graced her crown of golden braids. She was the very image of enchantment, and her vivid eyes shone like blue diamonds as she met his eyes across the length of the church aisle. She came closer to him with each step, but it seemed so exceedingly long before she reached his side!
At long last, his darling was within his reach! He longed to sweep her into his arms for an ardent embrace, but he kept himself in check with an iron will. When the Bishop asked, "Who giveth this woman to this man . . ." Mr. Bingley smiled broadly, and placed Isabella's gloved hand gently but firmly in Alexander's eager hand.
"Take her, dear son. It is with pride and joy that I entrust to you my precious treasure," said Mr. Bingley to Alexander. The fleeting sense of ruefulness he had felt when he gave away his eldest daughter Margaret at her wedding did not invade his heart this time. This most worthy nephew would now be his son as well, and he was certain that they would gain a closer rapport than the wonderful understanding they already enjoyed.
"Dearly beloved," intoned the venerable Bishop with dignified solemnity, "we are gathered together here, in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. . ."
Alexander Fitzwilliam Darcy kept his eyes upon the face of his bride. He wished to etch every look, every gesture, and every word of this miraculous day into his memory forever. Isabella Elizabeth Bingley was of the same mind as well. Her entire surrounding had faded away from her awareness - she knew only of her darling's vibrant presence, and could feel the intensity of his devoted love, which seemed to radiate from the core of his very being to embrace her before the holy altar. . .
" . . .Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor her and keep her in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both shall live?" asked the old Bishop in his clear, timbral voice.
In answer, Alexander proclaimed a firm "I will." He recalled the crushing agony he had once felt when he pledged such a secret affirmation to Isabella. This time, however, his darling smiled at him, her deep love clearly evident in her eyes. To have the heart of such a courageous, compassion and intelligent woman, whose outward beauty was but a fraction of the true beauty that was within her heart. The happiness he felt was indescribable as she responded with her own "I will."
The slightest smile appeared upon the old Bishop's face. The solemnity of the ceremony required him to have the most dignified countenance, but he was well pleased with the young couple before him.
"I, Alexander, take thee, Isabella to my wedded wife, to love and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse . . . till death us do part . . ." The bright sunlight filtered through the large stained glass windows, and cast such a glow upon his sun-bronzed face as he completed his oath, ". . . according to God's holy ordinance, and thereto I pledge thee my troth." He spoke with such sincerity and clarity that his deep voice could be heard by the guests seated at the last row of the church pews.
Alexander held his breath as Isabella responded with her own pledge to him. She spoke with equal solemnity, albeit in a far more demure and gentle voice. He hardly realized that the critical moment had arrived until he felt a sudden nudge from his brother James.
With trembling fingers, he took the shimmering wedding band of gold, and looked deeply into her eyes. Without any further prompting from the Bishop, Alexander spoke the words he had dreamt of a thousand times in his sleep since that fateful morning at Ridgemont when she had given him the sweet kiss of hope and promise.
"With this ring I thee wed, with this body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow." With infinite tenderness, he grasped her left hand, and made the ceremonial ritual of touching the wedding ring briefly upon the tips of her thumb and fingers as he beseeched the Holy Trinity to bear him witness: "In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost." He slid the ring slowly but firmly upon her fourth finger as he concluded with a resounding "Amen."
The old bishop smiled with approval as he made the proclamation of "husband and wife" for the young couple. "Heavenly Father, source of everlasting love . . ." intoned the Bishop confidently as he gave them his blessings for the marriage, and ended with the sternest rejoinder: "Those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder!"
In a heartbeat, Alexander Darcy leaned down to kiss his new wife - a brief but solemn kiss that carried the awesome but magnificent promise of everlasting love and abiding faithfulness of a lifetime.
The majesty sounds of Beethoven's "Ode To Joy" boomed through the pipes of the church organ, and heralded the precious beginning of the connubial life of Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Darcy as they took their first walk together down the church aisle as man and wife. The look of absolute happiness on their faces was beyond measure, and the congregation rose as one to cheer on, and to catch a better glimpse of the couple. There was hardly a dry eye upon the faces of the hundreds gathered, and no one doubted that they had witnessed a perfect union of hearts and minds.
Mrs. Bennet shed many tears of joy, as did her daughters and granddaughters. The Gardiners fondly recalled the double wedding they witnessed at Longbourn Church nearly six and twenty years ago, and were not overly surprised by all the blessings that had stemmed from such splendid unions.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh retained her stern countenance, frowning upon any public display of affections. She was also displeased that she had failed to secure a Darcy for marriage with her granddaughter Catherine. Nevertheless, she managed a silent prayer of blessings for the newlyweds in spite of her own mixed emotions. She was, after all, the grande dame of the extended family clan - her nephew Lord Matlock was too agreeable in nature to exert adequate leadership, mused her ladyship. The future of an ancient and honourable name now seemed secured for yet another generation, and such a thought always pleased Lady Catherine.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bingley remained mesmerized by the sight of their daughter Isabella and her new husband. They stood, arm in arm, and smiled warmly at each other.
"Two daughters happily married, my dear Charles," exclaimed Mrs. Bingley breathlessly. "God has been so generous to us!"
"Yes, my sweet Jane," nodded Mr. Bingley in full agreement, "especially in regards to this match! Their happiness will equal our own!"
At the other front pew across the aisle, Mr. & Mrs. Darcy were in equal wonder.
"Alleluia! " murmured Mr. Darcy gratefully as he witnessed the kiss between his son and Isabella. He heaved a sigh of relief, for he had harboured a certain apprehension that George Wickham, despite of his confinement at Bedlam, might somehow manage to send a cohort or two to wield havoc during the ceremony, or that Lord Braunfield might come storming through the church doors, voicing his objections, and refusing to hold his peace! As a precaution, Mr. Darcy had requested Captain Greenwood to send a couple of burly constables to stand sentry at the entrance of the Grosvenor Chapel! Fortunately, their services were not required after all.
Mr. Darcy glanced over to Freddie Wickham, who promptly gave him a deep and respectful bow. He acknowledged Freddie with a nod of approval. All sense of mischief and malice seemed to be gone out of young Wickham's heart when he learned, at long last, the entire truth about his villainous father.
"God's will has been manifested today - through the triumph of true love," remarked Mrs. Darcy with awe.
"Indeed!" said Mr. Darcy as he tucked his wife's arm neatly through his. Their eyes met, and they held each other's gaze for a very long moment. Finally, he smiled, his face diffused with such love and devotion, such open admiration and passionate ardor for her. He leant his head closer to her, and whispered almost inaudibly, "Thank you, my dearest and loveliest Elizabeth, for being my wife - my bride forever!"
Mr. Darcy could discern many pairs of curious eyes fastened upon them, but he cared not a jot about such matters. His Lizzy was his world - a happier, richer and more fulfilling world because of her. He was both proud and grateful for being her husband, and he wished for everyone to rejoice and share in his happiness.
Mrs. Darcy's fine dark eyes shone with equal radiance, reflecting her abiding love for him as well. She did not speak - mere words were inadequate for such profound moments. She reflected upon the joys and sorrows they had shared, and rejoiced in the infinitely deeper and greater love and friendship they had forged since the blessed day of their own wedding. They exchanged effusive words of elation with the Bingleys before they turned to follow the Bingleys down the church aisle. Mr. and Mrs. Bingley grinned broadly at each other, as well as waving heartily at their guests as they made their exit.
Mr. Darcy kept his eyes entirely upon his wife, and smiled solemnly at her whilst his dark eyes blazed with such ardent devotion. Mrs. Darcy leaned ever slightly against her husband, matching his every stride as they walked down the church aisle together, in perfect harmony, as they had done so as husband and wife these many years.
They stepped out of the church, arm in arm, and basked in the glorious sunshine. They surveyed the celebratory scene before them - the rousing rounds of applause that greeted the newlyweds, and loud cheers that sent them off in the bridal carriage.
After a reflective moment, Mr. Darcy turned his wife, and reminded her of his promise, "Our best years together are yet to come, my love!"
"Yes, my dearest Will, I fervently believe so!"
Chapter 32: Glimpses of Bliss
Easter Sunday
31st March, 1839
Tuscany
Alexander Darcy could feel the tender caresses upon his face as he bestirred himself from peaceful lumber. He turned instinctively towards his wife, and drew her back into his arms.
"Good morning, my darling," he murmured. He kept his eyes closed as he inhaled her sweet fragrance and the crisp morning air. The sound of a proud rooster crowing in the near distance added to the idyllic mood of the early morn.
Isabella nestled closer to him, and kissed him. "You were smiling in your sleep again, my love," she informed him.
"Was I?" he chuckled in amusement. "Did my smile induce you to toy with my face thusly whilst I slept?"
"You have such noble features, such admirable bearing - a veritable Adonis! I must confess that I have such tremendous artistic admiration for you!" She teased him mirthfully, as she traced his brow and the deep scar near his temple - a souvenir from the dangerous cave-in accident at Ridgemont. They could make light-hearted merriment of such sentiments now - words that had once caused her to misjudge him so painfully.
In response, he laughed - deep and orotund laughter that filled their bedchamber with such vibrancy and joy. "I was dreaming about our wedding."
Snuggling closer, she kissed him tenderly, her face diffused with a most becoming blush. He moved to enfold her entirely in his arms, and looked deeply into her vivid blue eyes. Their foreheads touched as they repeated their wedding vows somberly, and sealed their mutual troth with a lingering kiss.
"Oh, my own Isabella - my precious wife!" whispered Alexander breathlessly when he lifted his mouth from hers at last. It was truly wondrous to hold her thus, he thought, because she belonged there, forever safely in his arms. The sweet fragrance in her golden hair filled his senses entirely, and he closed his eyes to savor this familiar moment of intimacy. He felt a tremor coursing through his entire being, as he recalled their fateful first kiss under the Great Tree at Pemberley and the unbelievable chain of events that unfolded afterwards. The shocking realization of his profound love for her had rendered him utterly speechless. Now, however, he knew precisely what to say to his darling after such a kiss. Such precious moments of serenity - the ones he had once despaired of ever finding - now filled all their nights and days together.
"I love you, Mrs. Darcy!" Alexander declared to her effusively, still marveling at the sound of such words.
"As I love you, Mr. Darcy!" Isabella exclaimed in equal awe.
He grinned with pleasure before he recaptured her lips with another ardent kiss of promise and possession.
"Alex?" she said after a long pause. Ensconced thusly within the sanctuary of his strong arms, she felt so vitally alive, so complete and tranquil as well.
"Hmm?" He closed his eyes again in contentment. His industrious nature rebelled at idleness, and would soon render him restless for work. Presently, however, he wished to savor the idyllic moment with undisguised pleasure.
She pulled at him firmly, making it obvious that it was time to bestir themselves, and be ready for another new day.
"I know, my love, it is time to rouse ourselves out of bed. It is Easter Sunday!" he acknowledged with a smile.
"Yes, indeed! We must not be late for Church!" She paused, and added thoughtfully, "As much as I adore being here at our villa, I think it is time for us to return to England."
By his parents' insistence, their Bridal Tour had been extended into a six-month' Grand Tour of the Continent - a chance for Alexander to show Isabella the faraway places she had longed to see. Aside from the romantic aspect of their Tour, it had also been a master seminar of learning and cultivation of minds as well - their daily thrust and parry of academic and intellectual discussions were always conducted with great vigor and camaraderie, mutually drawing out the powers of the mind whilst reinforcing their congenial understanding of each other.
"Do you not enjoy this temporary home of ours?" he inquired with a quizzical frown.
"Oh, I do," she exclaimed. "It is like a small but exquisite jewel, set upon such lush, well-tended vineyards - a vista painted from the brush of a master painter! I can frolic endlessly with you under the Tuscan sun, but neither your nature nor mine will allow us to remain idle much longer. You are bound by your various duties, and I should like to return to my charitable work as well."
He smiled in agreement, acknowledging the truth of her words.
"Are you sure it is safe for you to travel such great distances in your condition?" he asked worriedly, his hand caressing the growing swell of her stomach with infinite tenderness. "Safe for our child?"
Isabella had bore her pregnancy well thus far - indeed, they traveled extensively on the Continent during the first months of their Bridal Tour, and she had not suffered greatly from morning illness or other complaints. For the past two months, however, they had settled comfortably at this villa near Florence, making only short excursions to places of interest to study local history and art.
"Yes, my darling!" She reassured him with an easy laugh. "Motherhood does not render women into sickly invalids! Only those who can afford to be idle can lounge around and complain of fainting spells and discomforts. The majority of women still works, takes care of their families, and bears their condition with great perseverance and resiliency."
"You are perfectly right," Alexander nodded as he entwined a lock of her thick golden hair between his fingers. "You are the very picture of blooming health and vivacious spirit. We can take a leisurely journey home. I believe that my parents shall appreciate having their first grandchild being born at Pemberley. And I should feel more at ease if we have familiar and trusted help on hand when the grand moment arrives!"
He could well imagine their unborn child, nestled so safely within her womb, growing stronger and bigger with each passing day.
"I hope she will be like you in every way," he murmured softly against her lips.
"He will be like you," she replied with merry laughter, "only less silent and brooding, I pray! Your mother thinks that it is a Darcy family trait - hereditary amongst the firstborn males of the family. The younger siblings generally have sunnier disposition."
"Yes," he agreed with a hearty chuckle. "I believe my brother James was born laughing! I cannot presume to speak for others: by my own experience, I suffered from the burdens of primogeniture and the loneliness of bachelorhood. Such silent brooding has dissipated completely as I am so blissfully wed!"
"So you do admit to enjoying matrimonial bliss instead of suffering a lifetime of being leg-shackled?" she teased.
"Yes, I do!" He smiled at her - the beautiful smile that she adored so - and spoke with humble gratitude. "I never knew that by dancing with you and fulfilling the daunting task of speech-making at our parents' Wedding Anniversary Ball, I should be so richly rewarded afterwards!"
"Nor did I!" She concurred with a smile. She caressed his brow lovingly, and added, "I never knew that by talking to you and pulling you out of your doldrums could result in such a splendid love for us."
"You were suffering from the same dilemma as I was - quite despair of finding the kind of marriage my parents so obviously shared!" he laughed softly as he reflected that her fears were so much like his own. "I am very grateful that you had placed yourself 'on the shelf.' I would not have a ghost of chance to win your heart otherwise! I saw the betting pages at White's - there were some very worthy names put forth as your possible spouse, not to mention the legion of admirers around you wherever you went! Of course, there was my dear brother James . . ."
"As fond as I was of James, I could never accept him. I never felt anything beyond warm affections for him, and I wanted so much more than amiability and jovial companionship in my marriage," she confessed with candor. "I wished - nay, prayed so fervently - for a gallant gentleman with the truest heart and character!" She held his sun-bronzed face between her hands, and gazed into his dark eyes with infinite tenderness. "Thank you, my darling, for loving me so faithfully and ardently before I knew my own heart!"
"My dearest Bella, I never knew such serenity, such rapturous joy than what I have found with you! Mere words cannot describe the intrinsic fullness of our love!"
"Yes!" She kissed him in affirmation, "there are no adequate words! Not even for the Bard of Ridgemount!"
They remained in the haven of each other's arms, reveling in quiet wonderment, the reality of their connubial happiness and the deepening bonds of their entwined hearts. They already shared a love and friendship that no vicissitudes of fortune or circumstance could ever diminish or alter.
Another kiss ensured, but she maintained enough sense to break away at last. "Come along then, my dear husband," she urged him smilingly, "we must be off to church soon! To bow our heads in grateful prayers of thanksgiving."
"Amen!" He murmured as he bestowed a sweet kiss upon her brow before he vaulted out of bed. Easter - the resurrection of Christ - a time of new life, Redemption and Hope. It was their first Easter as man and wife, and by God's grace, their pilgrimage of life together would be a long and fulfilling one!
Epilogue
The blissful union of Alexander Darcy and Isabella Bingley fulfilled all the wishes, prayers and expectations of their families and friends. The most visible change was the general countenance of Alexander - he remained serious in nature, but a ready smile appeared ever so frequently on his handsome face, and his deep hearty laughter was now a familiar sound that echoed through the grand halls of Pemberley.
James Darcy, in marrying his beloved Miranda Brandon, found himself being entrusted with the supervision of Delaford as well as being the new master of a modest but prosperous estate that his parents had presented to him as a wedding gift. These new responsibilities forced a sudden maturity in James, but he found himself capable of shouldering the burdens.
Mrs. James Darcy, a lovely young woman of intelligence and grace, was very devoted to her husband, although her ineptness at practical matters and her constant need for his attention was so great that he felt a stifling restraint and a small measure of irritability now and then in his domestic felicity. James was, however, blessed with such a jovial and accommodating nature that he felt little regret at his own situation. From the start, he had sought advice from his own father - sage words which he followed prodigiously. James Darcy was pleasantly surprised that he could cultivate in himself the same stalwart forbearance he had long admired in his own father and elder brother. He remained faithful and constant to Miranda in all matters, and his sense of perfect equanimity calmed her occasional perturbed spirits rather effectively.
Henry Bingley and Andrew Fitzwilliam made their much-delayed Grand Tour of the Continent, and enjoyed a splendid time. They did their share of carousing, but never exceeded the stern limits well-bred and disciplined young English gentlemen were expected to abide by, at home and aboard. Henry Bingley, moreover, was rather anxious to be in England again. The benefits of standing up as James Darcy's best man at the wedding proved quite substantial - it allowed Henry to meet a certain young lady whose merits and charms had quite captivated his heart. Miss Edwina Ferrars seemed to welcome his attention with pleasure, and he was eager to ascertain the true sentiments of her tender heart. He had already made a very favorable impression upon the Ferrars, and vice versa. James Darcy could be depended upon to advance his case as well!
William Warring, the Viscount of Braunfield, suffered severe injuries when he attempted an illicit rendezvous with the wife of Sir David ___________ . That the bewitching lady bore a striking resemblance to his cousin Isabella Bingley, and that he himself was utterly inebriated when he arrived at her boudoir were the contributing factors to Lord Braunfield's near brush with death. Sir David, in a jealous rage, fired two shots: the first one narrowly missed the intended target of Braunfield's heart; the second one shattered the viscount's right knee.
The long convalescence at home brought unexpected results for all concerned. Lord Braunfield was forced to give up on his drinks and his cigarillos by his physician's orders. Initially, the young rogue ranted and cursed everyone but himself for his own misfortune. Gradually, however, the lengthy hours spent in the company of his sensible father instead of his overbearing mother enabled William to learn many of life's important lessons which he had sorely missed in his formal schooling.
When Lord Braunfield was well enough to attend social routs again, he found that his elegant dancing days, and perhaps his philandering days, were over as the painful injury to his right knee proved to be a permanent one. To brave the ceaseless gossip of the ton and to face constant reminder of his folly was humiliation itself. His habitual vile temper of old would have induced him to response with boisterous resentment and bitterness. Lord Paxton, however, had wisely anticipated such an inevitable reaction, and sternly advised his son to swallow his excessive pride, and to make peace with those around him. Amazingly enough, Lord Braunfield heeded his old father's advice. He freely acknowledged his grave faults, and made his sincere apologies to the numerous ladies he had insofar offended - especially his cousin Isabella and Miss Elizabeth Darcy. At dinner soirees and balls, Lord Braunfield refrained from his habitual indulgence in the art of seduction and frivolous flirtation, and endeavored to gain better rapport with worthier company instead. He found that speaking to fiery and opinionated females was not so unpleasant after all. The thrust and parry of words proved more thrilling and rewarding than seduction, and, in time, he learned to acquire a new sense of equanimity and insouciance in his general dealings with people.
In his waning years, Lord Paxton's old heart was gladdened beyond measure. Whilst it remained a daunting task for William to acquire a truly significant improvement of his temperament and character, it was evident that the viscount was determined in his efforts. Lord Paxton prayed fervently that his heir would learn to cherish the ancient name and vast fortune to which he was the sole heir. The likelihood of seeing his son well married did not seem as dismal as it once did. Lord Paxton was confident that he might yet live long enough to enjoy bouncing a healthy babe upon his aged knee. The thoughts of such happy prospect seemed to inspire a renewal of vigor in the old earl. Overcoming the inconvenience of his gouty foot, Lord Paxton was seen more frequently about Town in the company of his son.
Lady Paxton was greatly distressed by the growing influence of her husband over their only son William, for it meant that her own will was now of secondary importance. She voiced her displeasure in no uncertain terms, but father and son stood in solidarity against her objections. Lady Paxton decided to console herself by spending more of her time in her elegant Parisian home, holding court in her grand saloon with the cream of French society as her enthralled audience. Mr. and Mrs. Hurst, her faithful companions, were only too glad to accompany her and to engage in extravagant indulgences. French fashion, wine, and cuisine were, after all, infinitely finer than the British variety!
Frederick Wickham no longer lived under the false illusions perpetuated by his father's devious lies. Indeed, the entire Wickham family as well as Mrs. Bennet finally learned the shocking truth about George Wickham and his long history of grave offenses.
By his volition, Freddie realized the futility of living a dissolute life filled with women, wine, and dice. He repented his own profligate ways, and grasped Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy's genuine hand of friendship as his own saving grace. In time, Freddie learned to appreciate this most honourable of men, and benefited greatly under his fatherly guidance. Thus, the wasted talents of Frederick Wickham were redeemed through his own willing heart, and Mr. Darcy's generosity and patient forbearance. Like his own grandfather before him, Freddie finally attained trust and respect due to his own character, and he remained extremely devoted to the Darcy family. He continued to advance in rank at the Household Guards, and was last seen courting a comely and sensible young lady of a very respectable family in Hertfordshire.
Georgette Wickham remained home with her mother and grandmother only for a year longer. She married a Major of the Black Watch regiment, and stayed faithfully by her husband's side as his regimental postings were numerous and varied in Her Majesty's overseas colonies.
The other young ladies in the families - Emily Bingley, Jane Darcy, and Lizzy Darcy - continued to be the toast of Society, and they broke quite a few hearts as they too chose to be "on the shelf" for an extra year or so before settling down to marriage and children. Their efforts to emulate their sister Isabella in pursuit of worthy social reforms and charity work proved successfully, and they excelled in raising much needed funds for charitable societies through their vast patronage. Who could justly resist such charming and earnest young ladies when they espoused such heart-rending tales of orphans, abused workers, disabled veterans, the aged and the sick?
Young Elizabeth Darcy, in particular, was determined to secure suffrage for women. She realized that it would take ages to enlighten men - for them to reach the same level of understanding as her dear father and brothers, but she was willing to take up the challenge! She continued to blossom in her natural beauty as her keen mind broadened and her confidence solidified. Many a young fashionable gentlemen received an invaluable lecture in duty and responsibility if they merely wished to chat with her or enjoy a waltz. Even the obnoxious Lord Braunfield seemed to be curbed his vile temper, and had become quite a devotee to Miss Darcy's lectures! Indeed, her bewitching beauty, keen wit, serene grace and generous heart proved so irresistible that the more stalwart and worthy gentlemen were determined to bid their time, and doubled their efforts to court her.
Perhaps it was one or two young gentlemen towards whom Lizzy Darcy felt a certain partiality, but she would not reveal such tender feelings yet. Even her parents were none wiser!
Young Catherine Adams finally had the courage to step out of the long shadow of her formidable grandmother Lady Catherine de Bourgh. She became a frequent guest of the Darcys when they were in London for the Season. If not as vivacious and lovely as her Darcy and Bingley cousins, young Catherine was fast becoming a picture of youthful health. Under the tutelage of Mrs. Darcy, she acquired a fresh appreciation for playing and singing. Her love of reading was further encouraged by her cousins, and she found their articulate debates and discussions on all subject matters to be very stimulating to her mind as well.
Indeed, Lady Catherine de Bourgh was quite put out when her young granddaughter expressed her own opinions in no uncertain terms during a family visit. The unexpected behavior earned young Catherine a stern lecture from her grandmother, but caused her cousin Andrew Fitzwilliam to gaze at her with fresh, appreciative eyes! Instead of dreading her Coming-In, Miss Adams eagerly looked forward to her debut Season - dreaming of gentlemanly and agreeable beaux. She was exceedingly pleased when her cousin Andrew Fitzwilliam promised to be her escort!
As for the nefarious villain - George Wickham - well, he finally received his just punishment.
Mr. Wickham was permanently blinded by the misfire of his own pistol. It was judged that he suffered from a bout of temporary insanity, was ordered by Her Majesty's magistrate to be confined to the asylum of St. Bartholomew Hospital. In due time, he was deemed to have made sufficient recovery, and was duly released from Bedlam, to the tender care of his wife Lydia.
Mr. Darcy's generosity had allowed for the lifetime lease of Longbourn from Mr. Collins - to ensure that Mrs. Bennet's waning years be spent in the comforts of her own home. Substantial pin money was given so as to maintain the Bennet household in the familiar standard of living that Mrs. Bennet was accustomed to, and not be in want of anything.
George Wickham, however, would found his daily existence to be a punishment of the most severe kind. A blind invalid at the mercy of his estranged wife and mother-in-law, Wickham was denied access to drink, dice and other women. The incessant buzzing from Lydia - her dislikes and complaints on all matters great and small - from dawn to dusk, as well as Mrs. Bennet's frequent attacks of "poor nerves" became such formidable and relentless assaults upon his poor senses.
Worse of all, George Wickham had ample time to reflect upon his wasted life. At every turn, Fitzwilliam Darcy had extended his hand of Grace to help him, but he had chosen, by his own volition, to repay such generosity with Machiavellian schemes, and remained the most infernally ungrateful louse.
Moreover, any news regarding his son Frederick became a double-edged sword. He enjoyed Freddie's success, but begrudged and envied him for being the worthy man he himself should have been!
If Wickham had had suffered temporary madness before, he was now in dire straits! His suffering was now beyond the physical - his guilty conscience gnawed at his ravaged soul, and he grew more pitiful with each passing day. The once tall and handsome man was now but a shadow of his former self, aged and broken before his time.
Pemberley
Derbyshire, England
Alexander Charles Fitzwilliam Darcy came into the world with a loud, lusty cry on a bright July morning in 1839. His birth, heralded by a clear-blue sky and warm summer's sun, prompted joyous celebrations throughout the estates of Pemberley and Maywood. The news of his birth was greeted by a resounding round of cheers at the coal mine of Ridgemont in the distant Pennines. Many a hearty toast was made for the young Mr. Darcy and his good lady; Mr. and Mrs. Goodwin led a special prayer to bless the young babe.
Conceived in love, and nourished by the abiding devotion and prodigious care of his parents, grandparents and all his relations, little Alex thrived in excellent health. His bold spirit, determined will and incisive mind of this precocious child was well evident even at very a tender age. This newest heir of Pemberley seemed to have inherited all the talents and merits of his esteemed namesakes, but very little of their shortcomings. His sweet mother and both of his grandmothers were, however, determined to laugh him out of any tendency towards silent brooding, and to tease him out of any excessive pride and stubbornness!
In his looks, little Alex was the very image of his handsome father, but his merry blue eyes - as clear and bright as the Aegean Sea - were undeniably his mother's own. Moreover, the vastly different temperaments of his parents seemed to have found a harmonious balance within their firstborn son. Joviality and solemnity, confidence and quiet modesty found equal comfort in his handsome countenance.
Mr. Charles Bingley, ever the proud grandfather, declared to all that Alex Darcy was the finest of the Darcys yet! Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, the other proud grandfather, gallantly and wholeheartedly concurred with this proclamation. High hopes and aspirations were naturally lavished upon this new heir with jubilant spirit, and the young lad was blessed to have such worthy people in his life to guide him along.
Alexander and Isabella Darcy found their marital bliss together grew sweeter and deeper with each passing day. From their solemn promises of "I do's" to the nightly wonder of whispered "good nights," their abiding love enabled them to forge a deep friendship of true minds and kindred spirits. Like their honored parents, they became the most solid rock and the safest haven for each other.
Isabella discovered that being a devoted wife and mother did not precluded one from being active in worthy social and charitable causes dear to one's heart. Her husband was ever supportive of her ideas and efforts. Her sense of satisfaction and accomplishment added greatly to their domestic felicity. In time, Alexander was persuaded to stand for Parliament. His skills at oratory proved invaluable as a fresh voice in the House of Commons, and he quickly became a worthy ally of his brother-in-law Anthony Knightley as they championed for justice and social reform legislations. Their wives proved to be invaluable as their true partners not only in family life, but in political life as well. To their utter amazement, they found a steady ally and friend in Lord Braunfield, the future Earl of Paxton, when the young nobleman finally assumed his mettle in the House of Lords.
Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy remained in youthful vigor and excellent health, and thus, he was reluctant to consider early retirement from estate management. Aided by capable stewards, Pemberley continued to prosper. In time, the Ridgemont mines proved to be a very profitable venture as well. Under its capable overseer, Mr. Jack Goodwin, Ridgemont maintained the high standards and rules as set forth by Alexander Darcy, and Ridgemont became a steady source of lucrative income for the Darcy family and provided ample funds for their charitable endowments as well. The Darcys remained diligent in their benevolent efforts to improve the lives of their workers, the safety of the mines, and the future of the Ridgemont children. Their benevolence earned them genuine devotion and abiding loyalty in return.
For the Darcys as well as the Bingleys, the birth of their first grandchild vividly evoked fond memories of the births of each of their beloved children, and they greatly savored in the joys of grand-parenthood. In the ensuring years, the blessings of additional grandchildren were as eagerly welcomed and celebrated.
Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy found her husband's promise to be true indeed. With their four children grown, and two of them so blissfully wed, they found ample time to spend in the exclusive companionship of each other. Mrs. Darcy reveled in the tender care and attention her husband continued to lavish upon her, as if they were in their own courtship days. The renewal of such romance, however, was infinitely sweeter as they enjoyed such perfect understanding of each other's heart and mind, and no longer suffered from any awkwardness or embarrassment from uncertainty.
For the older generation of tenant farmers and servants at Pemberley, the sight of "the Master and his bride" with a grandchild in their arms was an incredible one. Indeed, from a distance, the relatively youthful grandparents might well be mistaken for the doting parents of the child! For the sentimental ones at heart - there were numerous of such at Pemberley - the current mistress of Pemberley would always retain the affectionate term of "the Master's bride" as her beauty and vivacity seemed further enhanced by her dignified grace, and her husband still regarded her with such ardent devotion in his eyes.
Such connubial felicity continued to set a splendid example for the admiring multitude to emulate, and the love of the Fitzwilliam Darcys continued to radiate like the summer sun in the many decades that followed - constant and nourishing - for a new generation of grandchildren to bask and thrive in its endless warmth.